I am in a little bit of a mid-week funk. Nothing exciting is going on… just the daily grind of work, but there are plenty of things I’d like to do (as you guessed, none of the things I want to do are at work). Josh has been studying for first Hebrew exam… and I’ve been working. There is a big event for our customers this week (I am not going- my boss told me I could if I wanted to, but that he’d rather I take his place so he didn’t have to go… that’s when I said thanks but no thanks).
The past couple days at work have been super busy, which has been good, but have left me tired. Also getting up around 6 am… that has left me tired. Josh and I have been walking in the morning, until this morning because I have big old nasty blister on my heel. I need new walking/running shoes, and that is always a struggle for me. I get blisters really easily (enter: topic I don’t want to talk about, but it’s called hyperhidrosis), and stress out about buying shoes since I can’t tell if they will give me blisters… so I’m afraid of wasting money. The one pair of shoes I’ve had that didn’t give me blisters were a pair of Salomon shoes, and they have been since discontinued.
Work and walking have been things I’ve needed to do. Something I have been wanting to do is make creme brulee… basically since I saw it in my Better Homes and Gardens cookbook and realized that IT IS POSSIBLE WITHOUT A BLOW TORCH THINGY. (If it’s in that cookbook, it is possible.) But that requires ramekins… which I don’t have… and reminds me I still haven’t looked to see if my little Pyrex storage set is oven proof, because those could work.
Honestly, I’m struggling to find joy in this day. I’m tired, I miss my husband, and I feel restrained by our self-imposed tight budget (saving for the new place and working on putting money back into savings after buying the car), and I want to cook. Josh and I spent some time this weekend dreaming together. We talked a lot about kids names (train wreck- good thing we have a lot of time to think about it- Josh, October is NOT A NAME!!!!!!), and I talked about what I hope our new place is going to be like, and how nice it will be to have a table, and a place for people to stay with us… dreams. Maybe I need to dream more.
Right now I’m dreaming about fall. I’m excited for fall but this made me burst out laughing: http://www.buzzfeed.com/laraparker/things-all-basic-white-girls-do-during-the-fall#450hxck. IT IS SO TRUE YOU GUYS. Also, it’s not truly Fall until you have to wear sweaters to keep warm. At that point, when I am able to wear my brown boots and tights, I will start making my pumpkin bread and warming my pumpkin candle. If I’m not wearing a sweater and boots, it is not Fall and I don’t need anything pumpkin.
Now I’m finding joy in a future event (Fall!), but not the present. So, an exercise my mom made us do when we complained: 5 things I’m thankful for.
- I’m thankful that Josh went to sleep with me last night instead of staying up and doing his Greek homework.
- Date nights.
- The comfy knock-off Toms I’m wearing today. Oh, sweet comfort.
- We HAVE a savings account. (I hear that’s uncommon for people our age.)
- Homemade salsa.
Wednesdays are normally date nights, but Josh needs to study for Hebrew… so we’re having leftover pancakes for dinner, and I am spending an evening with my crafts and Netflix. (Josh is taking me out tomorrow night and I’m pretty excited.)
Finally, I usually don’t watch videos at work… but this one I did, and it made me laugh so hard. You’re welcome. http://youtu.be/K4R17EQs2dI
I’m glad we’re a team. If we weren’t completely unified in this whole seminary thing, life would be even harder. I miss you. I know we’re getting into the thick of the semester, and that sometimes you need to spend more time with Greek and Hebrew than me. That’s ok… because I know you guard the time we have together. I’m looking forward to our date night tomorrow, instead of tonight, and I believe 110% that you are going blow this exam out of the water. I am so glad that I don’t have to do the boring or the hard days by myself, and that every work days ends the same: coming home to you.
Love, Mrs. Cornelissen